Poetry Submission: Prayer for Prime Minister Netanyahu

A Prayer for the Prime Minister of Israel Mr. Netanyahu
by Stella Barbut
 
"Shema Yisrael Hashem Elokeinu Hashem Echad."

HaShem
Thy People Israel, is so much in need, a frail human being leads them,
Look with compassion on him,
Strengthen and help and encourage him.
In this time of grave and frightening danger,
Of senseless villification, hate and anger,
If Thou will not balance the scales
How can a mere man prevail?
Against the mounting pressure of raging nations?
Ranting, raving, lying nations?
 
Has there ever been a time like this?
A malignant, festering fiction such as this?
When all nations united in hate
Have manufactured a "people" and demand for them a state?
Have for generations clothed them and fed them
Have educated them and bred them
Holding them in captivity
Refugees in perpetuity!

Having exhausted every other means
Pogroms, Holocaust and ingenuous schemes
And still failing to make a full end of Thy People
Now present this manufactured "people"
As the people of the Land
Thy Holy Land!
United in hate, they demand that Thy People be expelled
Thy Land re-named, Thy People compelled
To build on Thy Land and Thy Holy City, a terror state,
To perpetuate their irrational hate.
 
Bless Mr. Netanyahu, the Prime Minister
Do not let the seething  nations sinister 
Plans, un-nerve and intimidate him
Turn Thy Eyes of compassion on him
Give him wise councellors,
Honest and faithful councellors,
Give him wisdom, strengthen  and succour him.
Do not let a lying hate filled complicit world over - power him.
                                             
                                                              Amen.
Why should the nations rage ?
As they have done in every age?
Stand by Thy People Lord,

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Poetry Submission: Israeli Politicians

Israeli Politicians
by Brandon Marlon

Sergeants of surrender
Captains of capitulation
Admirals of appeasement
Lead a split nitwit populace to doom
One bomb and rocket at a time
On Heaven’s chosen dime

Lefty antics of self-destructive smut
Collapse dreams of other brothers
More in tune with self-love than self-hate
Enough to make an Israel-lover irate

At the grossly ignoble state of the State
That nowadays looks to be a finite experiment

Jews need a righteous Judge or pious King
A poetic Prophet and humble High Priest
Leaders who are clear, bold and decisive
Un-plagued by modern moral ambiguity

Unencumbered by self-defeatism and stupidity
Willing to stand their ground on their ground

I hope I live to see that very day
I wish for it privately as others pray
But no breath will be held for such drastic change
For such a radical fantasy far out of range

Elected Israelis are but fools of the hour
Lacking the longevity of a higher power

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Poetry Submission: Tears of Yosef by Aviya bat Avraham

The Tears of Yosef
by Aviya bat Avraham

"What do you seek?" the man asked.
"My brothers do I seek; tell me please where they are?" Yosef asked.
"They have journeyed from here" the man replied.
So Yosef went after and found his brothers.
 
They saw Yosef from afar.
And conspired to kill him.
And they said to one another, "Look the dreamer is coming!"
So now, come let us kill him and throw him in a pit.
 
And so it was, when Yosef came to his brothers,
They stripped Yosef of his tunic,
They took him and cast him into the pit;
Without knowing of serpents and scorpions in it.
 
Amidst Yosef's bitter and wailing cries,
His brothers sat and eat.
Behold! a caravan of Ismaelites;
And sold Yosef to the Ismaelites for twenty pieces of silver.
 
Just as the caravan gleefuly journeyed,
The bitter cries of Yosef becomes the river of tears
That continue to flow in our days;
Screeming in bitterness and pain.
 
So long, my father Yaacov,
So long, my brother Binyamin,
So long, Israel my home,
So long, till this journey of pain is over.
 
My brothers, why are you doing this to me? Yosef asked.
My brothers, why have you sold us? the Cantonist asked.
My brothers, why have you uprooted our homes from our heritage - the Land of Israel? the Jewish settlers asked.
My brothers, why are you acting at our enemies side? the faithful Zionist asked.
 
Until when, O leftist, anti-Zionist and foolish leaders of Israel,
Until when, will you sit and eat blindly and deafly?
Until when, will you take pity on your brother Yosef?
Until when, will you O Yaccov sons come and wipe the tears of your brother Yosef?

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